After we moved, we arrived into the quiet town I live in today. I wasn't accepted into any of the local schools and had to be home tutored for 16 months. What a painful 16 months that was. Moving 3 hours from your home a busy town, to the middle of no-where. I had no friends, there weren't kids nearby. I was stuck at home for 16 months, mainly lived off the Internet. I was only home-tutored 3 days a week (or 6 hours a week). I got bored, depression kicked in after a couple of months. I didn't really show it. I regret not joining a club of some sort, never crossed my mind. Family wondered why I was a little annoying or "needy". No one really appreciated what it felt like. I wasn't used to this; I used to go out everyday. Internet? What's the Internet? I soon appreciated how Jack Nicholson from The Shinning felt.  

14 months later we get a call about an "EBD" school (emotionally, behavior disorderly) having a placement. Two months later I joined. The school was 2 hours away. I had to get a taxi with 3 other people everyday. It was a boarding school, but I decided against it.  

My first day was painful. My second school was rough, but this was a joke. I was surprised they didn't have their own coroner. I walked into my first class 10 minutes late. Big mistake, I wish I was a little later. I will always remember this clearly. I walked in and saw one of the pupils getting restrained. He was shouting, screaming and swearing at the deputy head. Then, he pushed the teacher who was retraining him off, picked up a table and threw it at the deputy head. I couldn't believe what I saw. The deputy head had luckily caught the table very nicely (must have been used to it). The pupil was grabbed and taken outside, he came back 10 minutes later smelling of smoke and looking like he'd got laid. That was it... that was when I felt like I was going to die there. Sure, I was strong, but a lot of these were built like a brick shit house.  

I could go on for hours with this. But, I will end it quickly. After a year I was settled in (a long time, eh?). The last two years were good. You'd be surprised at how much people had calmed down and matured by the time we reached year 10 and 11. But, I did poor in my GCSE's as a result to the shitty teachers. When you were told to study for an exam, we were told to go play football. When I was at that school I always hated the teachers. I would hate the way they treated me as a student like I was stupid. I hated being spoken down to in a condescending tone, like they were better than me. If I got angry all you'd get from them is "go outside for some 'fresh air'" which meant "I'm too stupid to contradict you, go for a cigarette and shut the fuck up". While you may think: "I wish my teacher let me go outside and do what I want". While this may sound nice occasionally, I wanted to learn and not turn out to be a dumb ass.

The school was only populated with 60 students. There were two teachers per class. A teacher and a learner support assistant. It was nice getting to know your teachers on a personal level. When we moved up to year 10, it was really strange. Teachers suddenly respected you. They treated us like we were mature. Which was good, but they still didn't teach very well.

At the end of school I wasn't like I was prior to joining. I may not have been the most intelligent, but I wasn't a hyperactive little shit anymore. Maybe it was me, maybe it was the school, or even both. I always thought I hated the place but now I think, they really did make me who I am today. I'm a trainee chef, I consider myself to be "smart" albeit, no Einstein. I have people whom I can consider to be friends, who would be there when I needed them.  

This may not make sense to you, but it does to me. It's 6am and I'm a little tired.  

Have you ever hated something for a long time, then looked back and thought "Hey, ya know? It wasn't that bad"?

Post edited at 9:58 pm on Dec. 3, 2008 by OnOnE353

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